Sludge suction system

After leaving the Mu residence, Wang Jing, driven by a burning desire for supreme power and unparalleled martial arts, relentlessly sought out a secluded and deep mountain cave, far from any human presence. The cave entrance was surrounded by thorny thickets and jagged rocks, exuding a decaying yet mysterious aura. Wang Jing meticulously set up layers of traps and mechanisms, including sharp hidden stakes, deadly poisoned crossbows, and bewitching illusions, ensuring that no uninvited guest could easily intrude and disturb his cultivation. With everything prepared, he carefully stepped into the depths of the cave, clutching the secret manual.

Inside the cave, it was cold and damp, filled with a pungent musty smell. Wang Jing found a dry, flat spot and sat cross-legged on a worn-out futon. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions within him, before slowly opening the manual. The pages were yellowed and exuded an old, worn feel. Densely covered were the obscure yet deadly allure of the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique's cultivation methods and key points. Wang Jing stared intently, studying each word carefully, not missing a single detail. His focused expression seemed to oblivious to everything else; only the words in this manual could stir his heart.

As he gradually came to understand the technique, he slowly closed his eyes and, following the instructions in the manual, began to try to guide the chaotic true energy within his body to circulate slowly. At first, the true energy struggled to crawl through his meridians. Every time it flowed through an acupoint, it encountered an invisible yet tenacious resistance, as if it were stuck in a muddy swamp, making it difficult to move forward. This resistance was like thousands of steel needles piercing his meridians, causing him to involuntarily furrow his brow. Instantly, dense beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, large drops sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his clothes, soaking a large area.

But Wang Jing was no ordinary man; his innate ruthlessness and obsession with martial arts were instantly ignited. He clenched his teeth, making a grinding sound, and low growls escaped his throat, like a wounded beast making its final struggle. With this tenacious willpower and unwavering determination, he relentlessly charged through those stubborn obstacles time and again. Each attack was accompanied by excruciating pain, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but he never stopped; instead, he grew even more frenzied.

Time slipped away silently in the dark, sunless cave. Wang Jing was completely immersed in his cultivation, oblivious to the changing of day and night and the shifting winds and clouds outside. His clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging to his body, causing him extreme discomfort, yet this did not distract him from his focused concentration. The long hours of cultivation and the intense physical exertion had left him haggard, his face as pale as paper, his lips chapped and peeling, his eyes sunken, and his pupils bloodshot. But the fervor and determination in his eyes grew ever stronger, like a burning flame that burned ever brighter.

Finally, one month later, in the afternoon, the previously tranquil and oppressive air inside the cave suddenly began to violently vibrate. A powerful current, strong enough to tear the air apart, surged wildly outwards from Wang Jing's body. The candle placed nearby was instantly extinguished by this current, plunging the entire cave into complete darkness. However, within this darkness, a layer of eerie green light gradually emanated from Wang Jing's body. As the light flickered and swayed, countless menacing snake shadows vaguely appeared, circling and slithering rapidly around Wang Jing's body, emitting chilling hissing sounds, as if demons from hell were cheering and rejoicing.

Wang Jing suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp, cold beams of light shot out from them, as sharp as lightning and as fierce as cold stars. The light was so powerful that it instantly shook the stone walls of the cave, creating a series of dense and shocking cracks. Stone chips fell down and raised a cloud of dust.

"Hahaha, I have finally mastered the Spirit Serpent Poisoning Technique!" Wang Jing's crazy and arrogant laughter broke the long silence in the cave. The laughter echoed throughout the cave and lingered for a long time.

Wang Jing slowly stood up, his tall figure appearing particularly sinister and terrifying under the eerie green light. His black martial arts attire, worn and sticky from days of training, clung to his body, but this did nothing to conceal the intense killing intent emanating from him. At this moment, only one thought occupied his mind—to dominate the martial arts world, and those who had offended him would become stepping stones on his path to the top. The Jin family was the first on this revenge list.

The Jin family, one of the four great families of the White Bird Kingdom, boasts numerous skilled warriors and immense wealth, with its influence deeply entrenched. Once, Wang Jing was merely a novice, an unknown soldier who inadvertently offended a young master of the Jin family, incurring their relentless pursuit. During those days, he lived a life of hiding, like a stray dog, enduring countless humiliations and hardships. His hatred for the Jin family burned like molten lava beneath a volcano, a raging torrent awaiting its eruption. Now, having mastered the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique, he felt he had the means, and the flames of revenge burned within him, no longer to be suppressed.

Wang Jing's figure flashed, and like a ghost, he emerged from the cave, speeding towards the Jin family's mansion. The wind whistled past his ears as he traveled, his eyes growing increasingly cold, as if he had transformed into a demon from hell. He traversed dense forests, snapping branches under his powerful energy; he forded swift rivers, the water splashing violently from his momentum, yet this did nothing to slow his progress.

Before long, the magnificent mansion of the Jin family came into view. The tall gate tower was imposing, the vermilion gate was tightly closed, and two stone lions sat majestically at the entrance, as if displaying the Jin family's authority and inviolability to the world. However, in Wang Jing's eyes, all of this was nothing more than decaying things that he was about to destroy.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked straight towards the gate. When he was still several feet away from the gate, he suddenly clapped his hands out, and a ghostly green light flashed between his palms, instantly transforming into two enormous snake shadows that lunged at the gate with bared fangs and claws. With a deafening roar, the incredibly sturdy gate instantly shattered into countless fragments under this fierce attack, splintering wood and filling the air with dust.

Upon hearing the commotion, the Jin family's guards rushed over from all directions, instantly surrounding Wang Jing. These guards were dressed in uniform black outfits, wielding sharp weapons, their eyes wary and fierce. However, Wang Jing merely glanced at them coldly, a disdainful sneer playing on his lips.

"Hmph, you bunch of good-for-nothings think you can stop me?" Wang Jing's voice was low and hoarse, like a curse from the deepest hell, filled with chilling killing intent. With that, he moved like a black lightning bolt, plunging into the crowd. His hands flashed, each swing creating a trail of eerie green light that rapidly transformed into venomous snakes, launching deadly attacks on the surrounding guards.

The guards were horrified to discover that their weapons, when striking the venomous snakes, were like striking steel, only producing sparks. The snakes' fangs easily pierced their armor, injecting deadly venom into their bodies. Screams erupted as the guards collapsed, writhing in agony on the ground, soon dying. Their faces turned bluish-purple, and black blood flowed from their orifices—clearly, they had been poisoned.

Wang Jing weaved through the crowd with unbridled speed, leaving a trail of blood and gore in his wake. The Jin family's guards were no match for his fierce attacks. In a short time, the once imposing guard team had suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining guards were terrified and fled in all directions, having lost all courage to resist.

Having dealt with the guards, Wang Jing strode towards the inner courtyard of the Jin family, his eyes burning with vengeful fury. Each step he took was firm and powerful, as if proclaiming to the Jin family that their doom was imminent. At this moment, the Jin family's experts also noticed the unusual activity in the outer courtyard and rushed over, preparing for a life-or-death battle with this uninvited guest. But what they didn't know was that today's Wang Jing was no longer the same as before. A bloody storm was about to erupt within the Jin family's mansion, and this was merely the first step on Wang Jing's path to dominating the martial arts world.

"Stop!" A powerful roar came from above.